A Story Cut Short Novels & Stories

“What?” “Oh please stop, you’re embarrassing yourself. The other reason I chose you was because, like me, you can’t let go of your pain. In fact, you’re worse than I am, no amount of closure can stop you hanging on to it. You store up pain and never let it go. This story feeds on pain and grows because of it. Do you realise how perfect that makes you?” “That’s not how it works though. I made the final cut, I ended the story. You got what you wanted and I’m supposed to be saved. There are rules to every story, the Tailor told me.”

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Milla’s past would always be a question in his mind. Bibik Ina’s dementia allowed her only to retain memories of a fourteen-year-old Milla. After three years, Hart could only tell himself that she had been reborn, putting down his desire to find out how she had died. Perhaps it was like the police had said, just a robbery. Now that he had decided to move on with Myra, there was nothing more he could do but just cherish the present and future. He promptly released his mouth from hers, followed by his hands.

"I mean, you need to tell me how you have been doing after you decided to cut ties with your robot until now for your story to have a complete ending. You can't just stop in the middle." He said with a nonchalant face so as to avoid his curiosity from showing on his face.

How have you all been? Sorry the story took longer than expected. It's just life doing its thing. As you can see I've been trying to hold on for a while. It hasn't been easy. But as we near the end of this novel, expect more from LOVE ABOVE STORY moving forward. We love you, and we value your stay. Roses for women. Hugs to men. ^^

he said and stayed in same position like breathing dead body, he didn't even moved or touched her body which was laying lifeless on him. Lautoonga yahaan , Tere paas main Haan..... Vaada hai mera, Mar bhi jaaun kahinn.... Song ended in the background as everything went silent just like his unwanted life..... ..........................THE END ............................. Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the end? (Story ends here but I will publish one epilogue. Please do read that too.) This is not the abrupt decision, I had already decided to end the story within 50 chapters Nd today it's ended. AND STORY WAS ALREADY PLANNED IN THIS WAY. ................ Aish ❣️..............

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

She slapped my arm making me turn toward her, her eyes glaring at me, "What the hell is wrong with you !" "You will get back together, no way i am letting you both drift apart again." It's not by your hand. I wanted to say. "This is no fairytale Katherine." I said, "Not every story have a happy ending." "Who cares about the end." Katherine said, she had a point, "The story is what matters." I looked at her and shook my head again. The story matters but didn't our story end ? It did. It ended the moment i turned my back and left.

Mom said, "Oh, it didn't come off? Sorry, I'm getting old and weak. I'll make another cut right now." Mom aimed at the wound and struck several more times. She had never cooked, so she didn't know how to chop bones. After a few swings, she failed to sever the lower leg and only left several new gashes. Grayson watched helplessly as Mom raised and dropped the blade, adding fresh wounds to his body. The pain was so intense that his eyes turned bloodshot, the ruptured capillaries spreading across his eyeballs until they became a vivid, horrifying crimson. He cursed loudly, "You bitch! Kill me if you have the guts!"